10 Throw It Out to Sea » Post-Mangahood. Domestic bliss in chaotic Rush Valley is harshly interrupted by a brush with death that lands Edward in the hospital.

6 stamina, stamina (i used to be holding the camera) The world's smallest Pomeranian barks at him from the lap of none other than Danny Fenton. "Ugh," Dash says.

11 these lofty thoughts are killing me Sam's time as mother of Undergrowth's garden left its scars—and scars can go deep. Sam's always known she shared a close connection with plants, but now she hears them. She knows what they think and what they feel and can control them. On one hand it's terrifying, but on the other…. The ghosts should be a lot more terrified of her now.

5 over and outside and under After the accident, Danny is stuck on the wrong side of the now broken portal. What does he do to try to get home? (Phic Phight '20)

4 You can be me when I'm gone It goes wrong like this: In increments. In great upheavals. In witching hours nursed over sludgy cups of coffee. In the choking black clouds of grief that steal days away in ragged handfuls. In seconds that shock the heart stone-cold; in moments that send it bolting. In the high shriek of sweeping up broken glass. In the absence of a shatter when something precious is thrown away.

23 wash away the darkest days » "Haven't you heard, boy? There's more than one way to skin a cat. Or, as the case may be, more than one way to control a ghost!" Freakshow brays laughter again, and Danny wants more than anything to punch the man right in his yellow teeth but he can't move so much as a finger.

12 maybe one day I'll be home again It's a robbery. Just a plain old robbery at the 7-11 on the corner of Jacob and Marley, no ghosts involved at all. Just some guy with shaky hands and a gun.

41of all the things that might have been » A weight in his chest, an incredible pressure. Cracking noises, like broken pencils, or bubble wrap. His ribs. His ribs are yawning wide, ripping muscle and splitting skin, he can feel it, oh god he can feel it. Dirty wind rushing through unspeakable places inside of him. The song of a vast, lonely bell. Cold. He thinks something has gone very wrong.

21 when the sun burns out "Storm?" Vlad scoffs. "This is no mere storm bearing down on us. He has opened a door, and He's stepping through it now. He will reach down from beyond the stars to pluck you and I out of our weak meat with neither fuss nor flair. Don't you see it, Daniel? We're finally going to die." (Or, Death comes a-calling.)

39 Burn the Streets, Burn the Cars The boy at the door has a ghost under his skin. It's a close fit, but green light still seeps out. It paints him smeary shades of radioactive green. Under the smoky light you're fairly certain he's a teenager with dark hair, a couple years older than you. Beyond that, it's hard to make out details. When he looks at you, his eyes flare like glow-in-the-dark stars.